[ He follows her to the elevator, slowly but surely, a bit off-balance with the bag. But she isn't rushing him, used to his pace. Soon enough, they're tucked into the slow elevator—definitely a bit of an older building. It's not like he's stuck with someone he dislikes though, so he doesn't mind the slower ride up.
Her unit isn't far from the elevator and soon they're standing in her living room. It's a smaller space than his, definitely, but it's cozy. Comfortable. From here, he can see out the paned door to the balcony and the ocean view beyond. If he were more of a romantic, maybe he would write something about it. He's almost certain Jes would have a lot to say. Wylan, as well.
He just takes it all in. And then feels his thought processes come to a halt at her mentioning that her room is his while he visits. Is she planning to stay on the couch? A frown immediately settles on his face. ]
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Her unit isn't far from the elevator and soon they're standing in her living room. It's a smaller space than his, definitely, but it's cozy. Comfortable. From here, he can see out the paned door to the balcony and the ocean view beyond. If he were more of a romantic, maybe he would write something about it. He's almost certain Jes would have a lot to say. Wylan, as well.
He just takes it all in. And then feels his thought processes come to a halt at her mentioning that her room is his while he visits. Is she planning to stay on the couch? A frown immediately settles on his face. ]
It's your bed, you should be sleeping in it.